a remedy wallows with a fountain above,
My cup would overflow if you lent me your love- it seems..
a memory spoke the best for both of us,
somebody’s itchin’ down to the seams,
long & left over where the waters to meet-
If the tides- the tides would rise,
over & over your time ticks back,
buried an old crowe beneath my seams,
what if the rain river weeps could sing away my sleep,
down in the cold way- you’re down in your dreams-
that burnt blisters in my sleep-scape,
whatever it was when I look back.. like I do,
tell me it’s true~

one last thing before you go, now,
one last thing I want you to know,
your presence that presses plagues the same ghost who strangles me,
this is why I seek for air to breathe,
this is why I seek for air to breathe,

although there’s something to be said about the nature & the presence of your current passing wave,
somebody rolled a cigarette out from under their hat,
tied their shoe & then walked away,
down to the time ticking bullets that you love to adore,
could see persistence as it’s only strange,
what if a victimless instance existed souly to fade away,
what of the war-ridden rain cast still walking away-
had seen they’re miles out of the way,
would anyone know of the riddles or rhythms involved with the words you know they’d say?
regarding the facts, inquisition is staged,
a set of obsessed views, ambition, a plague,
.. seems as though no puzzle was found in it’s place of peace.

one last thing before you go, now,
one last thing I want you to know,
your presence that presses plagues the same ghost who strangles me,
this is why I seek for air to breathe,
this is why I seek for air to breathe,

n’ when I breathe,
all I’ll see(s),
the entity,
it’s a memory,
it’s in the sea,
so all I’ll be(s),
a memory-
of sweet nihility.

one last thing before you go, now,
one last thing I want you to know,
your presence that presses plagues the same ghost who strangles me,
& that’s why I seek for air to breathe,
so, this is why I seek for air to breathe,